This time the private conversation between the president of the new United States and an underground organization ended quickly.
Walker was not surprised by the result.
Regardless of whether they are awake or not, people are driven by interests.
No matter how much shadow Bai Tangjing has left in the hearts of these remnants, it is a fundamental issue related to the development and survival of the organization.
Is it possible that he didn’t take action because he was afraid?
Where in the world is there an environment as chaotic and closed as Africa?
South America and East Asia are not closed enough, and the rest are not chaotic enough.
This is their only option.
The world is always so cruel. You think the world is big, but in fact there are very few choices.
Alan Jonah is a qualified organizational leader, so even though his face in the holographic projection was as uncomfortable as eating shit, he still nodded in the end.
And it’s not like I don’t exert any effort or bleed.
The communication module on the prosthetic body was activated again, and the signal was forwarded to the distance through the satellite.
But what is different from the previous two times today is that the target this time is space.
A giant space station in lunar orbit—New Vegas.
It is different from the wave of space exploration that gradually died down in the 1990s.
After the explosive growth of science and technology, in view of the "harsh" biological environment on the earth.
People were surprised to find that even natural environments like Mars or the Moon do not seem to be unacceptable.
After all, harsh natural environments can be transformed, predicted, and effectively defended or avoided.
Simply put - human resources are available.
But when faced with a Titan who is a highly intelligent creature, he might just do whatever he thinks of.
Rather than handing over their lives to a group of creatures, people are actually more willing to face the harsh environment of the outside world on their own.
As a result, the space exploration capabilities of various countries have also developed during this period.
New Vegas, a lunar-orbiting space station affiliated to the New United States, is one of the very few profitable space stations in the world.
This is not because of superb skills or other factors.
It's because this space station is not a space station used for outer space research at all.
It is an ultra-high-priced hotel, a luxury casino, and an extraterrestrial territory with even thinner legal control.
The research institute that was originally supposed to carry out research to expand the living space of mankind has now been completely commercialized and turned into a profit point for the New United States.
There are also gold sales caves and refuges for wealthy businessmen and powerful people.
Although Titan crises are not common, they still refuse to stay on the ground. They spend money that ordinary people can't earn in a few lifetimes, just to book a room on this space station.
By the way, rooms are charged on a daily basis, and those with the shortest reservation paid their money fifty years later.
A tall and thin man, hugging his hot female companion, is now wandering in this paradise of money.
The signal that spanned 380,000 kilometers lit up on his retina with white pupils on a black background.
"Oh ho!"
The tall and thin man raised his eyebrows, pushed away his female companion, and floated to the porthole of the space station alone.
Here you can overlook the lonely and vast silver-white lunar soil.
Every time the positions of the moon and sun change, the scene of majestic and boundless shadows dividing the entire celestial body into yin and yang is shocking.
It's a pity that most people have long been tired of seeing it, so it's actually very quiet here.
Communication is connected.
The first sentence he said to the other person was: "Edward Wu, listen, Bai Tangjing is out of prison."
The entire communication process from beginning to end is just this sentence.
Subsequently, the communication spanning 380,000 kilometers was hung up without any delay.
Then, Edward Wu's prosthetic body received a piece of information.
To be precise, it's half. It's half of the defense layout of the outpost of the Emperor Organization where Scylla, the source of the power of his current body and the original body of the behemoth gene, is located.
Edward Wu, a former killer, is familiar with this kind of situation.
That drawing is both a reward and a tool to perform tasks.
He could tell that even though the other party in the communication had used cover-up procedures, he was still the President of the New United States.
But. who cares?
"Haha, haha!"
The originally calm and carefree face, reflected in the porthole, had been distorted by a ferocious smile, making it almost inhuman!
excited!
So fucking excited!
From the moment the communication conversation ended, I couldn't help but feel so excited!
"Finally. You are finally. Bai Tang Jing!"
He was so excited that he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.
Open wide, grin, and the sharp teeth almost break the exaggeratedly angled lips!
He stared blankly across the lunar soil beneath his feet to the blue celestial body in the distance.
Saliva full of desire flowed down from the corners of his mouth unconsciously.
Everyone in New Vegas's Banquet Hall No. 36 seemed to feel an inexplicable sense of fear and chill in an instant.
Either they were in suits or leather shoes, or they were hot and enthusiastic people, all nervously patrolling around, their bodies trembling.
But the feelings of these weak things have nothing to do with Edward Wu.
His long and thin palms were now gently pressed against the porthole, and even his cheeks were pressed against it because of his excessive desire for certain things on earth.
Scylla, a titan that looks like a giant spider with an octopus head.
It possesses all the god-like qualities of the Titans.
Among human beings, every strong man who pushes his power to the point of shattering half a million barriers is longing for the same thing.
With their supreme passion and terrifying will, they have pushed their life levels to the same level as their original genetic body.
So the next thing happened naturally.
Who can resist a fight with their Primarch?!
Am I stronger or you?
Can I kill you?
can you kill me?
This is so much fun! So much fun!!
They are madly eager to fight and fight with the corresponding giant beasts! Then prove who is stronger!
This is not a big problem, it should be just another manifestation of the crazy desire to fight of the giant beast.
But everything changed after three months of fighting between that South American man with a muscular mountain and a strength of 560,000 horses - Oliba, and his genetic primarch Methuselah who woke up in Munich.
Never sleep, never slack off, never hesitate.
The passionate war cries and hearty laughter can even be heard all the way from Germany to the other side of the Taiwan Strait where the sun never sets!
The land turtle wrapped in rocks, and the muscular mountain. They used Titan attacks on each other crazily.
Wrap the surrounding rocks and land around you, and then hit the opponent hard!
After Oliba's [Titan Armor] was activated at full strength and then covered with bedrock armor strengthened by Titan energy, he was actually indistinguishable from his Primarch!
The three-month battle between the two leveled all the hills within Munich.
Those hundreds of billions of tons of rocks and soil were manipulated and wrapped around themselves again and again.
Strengthen, smash each other, then break and splash.
The entire Munich, after three months of tug-of-war, was completely transformed into an area surrounded by ringed mountains!
The horizon was blown down by two creatures for more than a hundred meters!
After the war, there was no distinction between life and death. Their vitality and defense were outstanding even among the giant beasts and Titans.
You can't kill the opponent at all.
Then
They became friends.
After the giant beast master has grown to this stage, he can easily communicate with his Primarch.
Coupled with the passionate collision of muscles and strength during battle, Oriba and Methuselah quickly became iron buddies.
Oliba even took his girlfriend to live in Munich, which had become a depression, because he did not want to be separated from Methuselah who was too lazy to move.
And then, in the middle of another joke, the giant beast's [Titan Might] directly covered the original gene, which completely detonated the hearts of all the powerful men who had reached 500,000 horses.
The increase in power is not a simple addition.
The giant rock turtle can shatter the earth with just one pull!
When using Titan to attack, the time it takes to gather rocks and subsequent strengthening of rocks, as well as the degree of strengthening. The big difference between before and after can make people forget to breathe!
The combination of Oriba and Methuselah, with a strength of 560,000 horses, can basically be regarded as directly possessing a combat power of more than 600,000 horses.
The pursuit of power by the giant beasts is already morbid, and this time.
Let the Primarchs, those noble and powerful beasts like gods, surrender to their own power, or recognize their own courage and use it for their own use.
Is there anything more interesting than this?
Is there anything more exciting than this?
Therefore, fighting against the Primarch has become the desire of everyone who crosses the limit of five hundred thousand horses.
But in view of the destructive power of the giant beasts and the Titan beasts, as well as the environmental influence.
Countries have joined forces with imperial organizations to establish all-round defense measures to prevent individual behemoths from awakening the Titans.
Only when a certain Titan's containment fails do the strong men have this opportunity.
And now, Garrett Walker has given himself a chance.
An opportunity to overcome the imperial organization's blockade and face Scylla.
But is that why Edward Wu is so excited?
No.
Being able to face one's own Primarch, and having the opportunity to touch a more powerful level of power, the joy in this is only about 30% of what it is now.
The remaining 70%.
"White Hall Mirror, White Hall Mirror! Hahaha!"
The voice was low at first, and then the laughter became louder and louder, attracting the attention of everyone in the banquet hall No. 36.
The weaklings whispered and looked at the slender figure beside the porthole with mockery and disgust.
They've seen a lot of madmen, and this is the number one casino in the human universe!
They just thought this was another poor guy who had been bankrupted.
But at the next moment. "Kala-"
From the point where Edward's palm touched the porthole, fine spider web-like cracks began to appear.
High-strength materials that have been developed to the point where they can build a moon-circling space station are still as fragile as candy wrappers in the hands of giant beasts.
Screams and panic filled the banquet hall No. 36 after a brief moment of confusion.
People seemed to be going crazy, instinctively rushing towards the door of the banquet hall.
They were so crowded there that some people were even squeezed to death.
The weightless blood was squeezed out of the internal organs, turned into blood beads, and began to float in the air.
The central computer detected the damage to the porthole, and blood-red warning lights began to flash on the New Vegas.
But what does all this have to do with Edward?
The slender figure just looked longingly at the blue celestial body 380,000 kilometers away.
The saliva flowed more.
"Ha, haha! Here I come, Bai Tang Jing! Bai Tang Jing!!!"
It was really like popping a candy wrapper. Edward Wu couldn't let go of all the ordinary people in the banquet hall No. 36 behind him. He laughed wantonly and rushed directly into the universe through the porthole!
Shooting towards the earth!
A speed of Mach 100 is enough to destroy any city on earth just by passing by.
But in the endless vacuum, it doesn't matter at all.
It flies over 34,400 meters or 34 kilometers per second.
But even then it would take three hours to cross the 380,000 kilometers between the earth and the moon.
The damaged air-tight structure sucked the air in the banquet hall into space.
Ordinary people who were terrified experienced a quick freeze.
Their faces before death still vividly showed panic.
What's the difference between wearing a luxurious dress in the endless cold space and not wearing it at all?
Several weightless ice sculptures were carried away by the remaining airflow and hit the broken corners of the portholes.
Then it collapses into blood-colored ice fragments. These ice fragments will be captured by the moon's gravity and eventually fall on the bright lunar soil.
One thousand, three hundred and twenty-two of the world's top wealthy businessmen and their female companions and waiters, none of them survived at this moment!
Sound cannot be transmitted in space.
But after the New Vegas was divided to deal with the air tightness problem, everyone was lying on the portholes in shock.
Looking at the slender figure flying towards the earth in the vacuum, they all heard the sharp and unpleasant laughter as if they were hallucinating.
So these wealthy businessmen and powerful people "living in the sky" once again confirmed one thing.
——Money and power are as soft and fragile as desserts in front of the power of giant beasts.
They once again recalled the powerless fear they felt when they were on Earth, and cringedly gathered themselves in that luxurious hotel room.
The universe is not safe.
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Alan Joiner turned off the communication interface.
The embarrassment and frustration on his face disappeared without a trace like dewdrops in the morning.
Natural and fast.
He became the expressionless British bald old man again.
It looks elegant and old-fashioned, just like the setting sun.
But everyone who has looked directly at his expressionless face for more than three seconds knows it clearly.
It was the shuddering feeling of being stared at by a lion.
The former subordinates of Armstrong carried his legacy around in this world for ten years. Not only were they not hanged, they actually seemed to be alive and well.
Even the elderly, who are over seventy years old, will achieve terrifying growth through hardship and persistence.
"It looks like the accident is quite big."
In the darkness behind Alan Jonah, a highly cybernetic man in black and red colors walked out, calm and calm.
He was also playing with two Hinomoto Ninja steel forks in his hands.
"By the way, the acting is great."
Desperate, the last member of the Wind of Destruction - Monsoon.
The last and strongest "wind".
"First of all, thank you for the compliment. Secondly, it doesn't matter, Monsoon."
Alan Joiner's slow British accent is full of confidence.
Natural confidence.
"Riding the waves can help us go faster and farther."
"Mr. Walker wants to reach out and play with something big and treat us as consumables. It is really a hateful habit of politicians."
The British old man leisurely adjusted his collar and cufflinks, crossed the monsoon wind, and walked into the darkness behind him.
"But who can really benefit from this 'big wave'?"
"I think...it's definitely not our respected Mr. President."
I'm going back to my hometown tomorrow. I have to take a day off on the way, brothers!